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THE LEAVING SONG (YORKSHIRE TRACTION)
I?m leaving this garden
So delicate
What can I offer it?
What can I offer it?
I?m leaving Australia
So tired of this labour
All in I like tumbleweed
Feels the wind this night
I?m leaving Minneapolis
Nothing can stop me
All the world?s sympathy
Cannot detain my kind
And I can?t see for looking
I can?t hear for the ringing
?It?s all in your head?
That?s what she said
That?s why I?m leaving this garden
So delicate
What can I offer it?
What can I offer it?
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the leaving song (yorkshire traction)
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